Doctor Stranger Novel 621 Novels & Stories

My guard is reduced to one and even the Doctor stops visiting daily. “I apologise Luna, I had other...matters to attend to,” The Doctor muttered as he shuffled in, his bushy eyebrows twitching wildly as he measured my blood pressure. It was impossible not to notice the smeared blood on the inside of his white coat sleeve. In his sixties, close to retiring, are there not younger men to deal with battle wounds? “Has something happened?” I ask innocently. “Nothing he can tell you about,” the guard snaps and I shut my mouth with a grimace. The doctor's deep set brown eyes give nothing away. When he is escorted out the door remains open. I do not move from my chair.

insisted Waylan. Waylan suddenly remembers Zeal the moment they are saying goodbye to each other just the same. "Zeal, let me check on you!" Waylan suddenly said while crying. "Just leave!" Vlahdy shouted in an angry voice while his brown eyes turns into red. Waylan is shocked to see Vlahdy in that change. She expects to see more changes but she is wrong. Suddenly a man wearing a white uniform just enter and got near Vlady. And it was Doc. Ralf Hyun, his father.

I need to see the Clan doctor. I turned and stomped into the bathroom, desperate for a cold shower to rinse off the confusing, foreign heat. ★ The Clan Doctor's Office I needed a solution, and the only logical place for a physiological problem—even one as nonsensical as this—was the Clan’s medical office. The space was sterile, impersonal, and smelled sharply of disinfectant, which, frankly, was a relief after the lingering scent of sandalwood and desperation in my own room. I walked in without an appointment, of course. The moment I entered, the Clan Doctor, a meticulous man named Dr. Veridian, immediately stood up from his desk. He never fails to be respectful, likely out of necessity for

requesting to attend to his patient. Charlie Sr. eyed the doctor suspiciously, questioning, "You claimed she was awake a few moments ago, why did you say that?" The doctor's expression changed dramatically, but he quickly regained his composure and responded calmly, "I apologize for my mistake; it was due to my negligence. Please forgive me, and excuse me now." Charlie Sr. gave the doctor a stern look before leaving the ward. As Charlie Sr. walked down the corridor, he unexpectedly ran into Stones. "Have you seen Daniel around?" Charlie Sr. inquired, feeling a sense of suspicion creeping up on him.

she eyed the bag. “Wes will help you with that,” I said rubbing a hand down my temple, feeling an oncoming headache. I grabbed my phone and opened to the live footage of the doctor’s location, displaying the address right at the top. I pushed the phone to the other side of the table. Lysander eyed it for a moment before taking it. “What is this?” “The doctor’s address,” I said. “The doctor?” Lysander inquired, frowning. “Dr Johan Hiroshima,” Vincent murmurs. Lysander’s eyes widened, shock filling his face. He turns to me then. “He had his location all along,”

he said, and the man in the chair hummed. My eyes snapped open, and I stared lazily at them and then at the ceiling. I moved to sit up, but the doctor caught my shoulder. “Please lay down,” he said, and I nodded. He exchanged looks with the man in the chair and walked off. As soon as the door closed, I turned to him...thinking of it, he now looked familiar...wasn't that Vincent Noir, a tycoon with a net worth of 700 billion? Was he my savior?

“When will I be able to get back home, Detective?“ She asks, excited she would see Xander once again, wrap herself in his arms and welcome the solitude that comes with having him within her reach. The excitement can be seen through her expression so much she notices the Detective sharing in her happiness, feeling timid, she looks away. “I am sure once the Alpha hears of you, he will come that very instant and take you back home.“ The doctor pulled out a picture of the late Doctor he collected from John. “Do you know this man?“ He showed it to her. A sad solemn look etched on her face in an instant. “Yes. He was the doctor who treated me some months back. He was killed by Fred because he trie

Ada rona enggan di wajah gadis itu saat hendak ditinggal. "Aku jalan dulu," pamit Janu. Rani mengangguk. Mau bagaimanapun, pasien tetap nomor satu bagi mereka. Janu bergegas menuju parkiran. Sebelumnya, dia mampir ke kasir untuk membayar semua pesanan mereka. Saat hendak membuka pintu mobil, ponselnya bergetar lagi. "Ya?" "Maaf, Dokter sudah di mana? Ini pasiennya rewel banget."

The gentleman, in his mid-forties, with black eyes and black hair, clean-shaven, of about five foot, seven inches, approached Abbie's bed and asked her a few control questions. "Hello, Annabelle. I'm Dr. Wilfred Stone. Dr. Marsh told me about your situation, I would just need for you to answer a couple of questions, for now." He said while getting a syringe ready. "Please tell me what you feel right now?" "Well, to tell the truth, doctor, I feel a little disoriented and very short of breath." Said the young lady, almost panting as she tried to keep herself from vanishing, barely making it.

Drew rushed forward to support me, but I shoved him away with my uninjured arm. ​“Move!” ​I ripped the IV line straight out of my hand, blood immediately welling from the puncture. I grabbed the edge of the bedside table, my vision blurring into a haze, yet I forced myself to stand. The stitches in my back felt like they were tearing open one by one. ​The door flew open, and the 25-year-old prodigious doctor, also the owner of this hospital, stormed in with two nurses, glaring at me. Drake Montrose, The Mafia’s Doctor.